No one can stay eighteen forever,
Unless his man's name is Song Guiyan.
Song Guiyan's lover Qin Lian has only one week left in his memory.
Every week when he wakes up, he stays at eighteen years old——
He forgot that he was married, and he also forgot who Song Guiyan was.
But Song Guiyan remembered.
Because I remembered it so clearly, I started going crazy.
One early morning after the college entrance examination, Qin Lian was awake on a strange and luxurious round bed.
Before he could put the broken pieces back together, a slender and white hand stretched out from the messy quilt and placed it on his most vulnerable part.
"It's been a few times, are you still energetic?"
Qin Lian ejected and almost jumped out of the window, "You, you, you, who are you?"
The curtains floated, and the face pressed on the pillow turned around. In the blur of light and shadow, the hand that had just eaten tofu lazily covered half of his face.
The light from the ring on her ring finger almost blinded Qin Lian.
Married man?
No, a married man?
Qin Lian, who had just grown up, suddenly felt that the sky was falling.
Across the border between Chu and Han, the two of them summed up last night's chaos - drunken driving with no innovation!
The other party's name is Song Guiyan and he is married.
Just when Qin Lian was in deep moral condemnation, the other party told him a long and equally cliche story about an unhappy marriage.
The husband is not only an alcoholic and addicted to gambling, he is also violent at home.
Looking at the delicate yet fragile face in front of him that looked mature and mature, Qin Lian instantly felt distressed and angry.
That scumbag! ! !
"Li, let me help you."
Song Guiyan left the hotel one step later, went down the VIP ladder to the parking lot, and sent a message to Qin Lian.
"Yesterday, I paid the 8,880 yuan room fee with my credit card. I was so afraid of being discovered by him. Xiao Qin, if he knew that I went out to rent a room with another man, he would really beat me to death."
Switch to a group chat: If Qin Lian borrows money from you, give him five thousand.
After putting down the phone, Song Guiyan rubbed his sore waist and cursed secretly: "You brat, you belong to the hungry wolf."
After receiving the message, Qin Lian robbed all his friends and classmates, and even with everything he had in his pocket, he didn't even have enough for 6,000 yuan. He only left lunch money for himself, and transferred the rest to Song Guiyan.
In the afternoon, Qin Lian started working a double job.
He also worked part-time to assist in divorce cases, and kept in touch with Song Guiyan.
Song Guiyan: Xiao Qin, he took some private photos of me while I was not paying attention, and threatened that if I dared to propose divorce, he would post these photos online.
Qin Lian: What private photos?
Song Guiyan: □□jpg.□□Jpg.□□Jpg.□□Jpg……
Qin Lian suddenly blushed: Don't post photos like this everywhere in the future.
Qin Lian didn't know what week it was.
I don't know where I will wake up next week.
He is trapped in an endless love game that cannot be broken, but he doesn't know it.
The better Song Guiyan's acting is, the more real it becomes.
The only thing that remains unchanged is that Qin Lian falls in love with him every week.
Reading guide:
[The script is different every week, and the copy is the first week at the beginning of the main text-The Affair Takes Place.
The forever eighteen-year-old two-hundred-and-five-year-old pure love × pathological desire for control, the best actor of the week
Main point of view｜Ten years old｜Sentimental sweet pet｜Shuang Jie
Concept: Memory is not the absolute carrier of love
